Lyrics:
Please don't cry
For the ghost and the storm outside
Will not invade this sacred shrine
Nor infiltrate your mind
My life down I shall lie
He said that he predicted his own death
Let us never forget it or should we ever live to regret it
Like the day John F Kennedy was assassinated in
I don't want to stop the fighting
Wo, wo, wo
I just want to live right
I used to sit and ponder if I'd be fine
If Jesus lived His own life and I
this y'all
[Verse 1:]
Oh what a feeling! - Drivin' in my four by four
Girlies Galore! - B.I.G. on the door.
Chrome trimming - with the smoke tint
Givin
Oh, the sun rolls down, big as a miracle
And fades from the Midwest sky
And the corn and the trees wave in the breeze
As if to say goodbye
Oh, my
And don't even got a nickel
There's a piece of dirt I call my own
I gotta say one, two, three
More things before I go on
You can't run and try to hide away
We had an apartment in the city,
Me and Loretta liked living there.
It's been years since the kids had grown,
A life of their own left us alone.
your grandma stay, huh, my nigga?"
"This m.A.A.d city I run, my nigga"
If Pirus and Crips all got along
They'd probably gun me down by the end
my loved ones
They work so hard and they try to be strong
I'm a lucky guy to live in my building
They own the buildings to help them along
It's
handlin'
With the MAC in the Ac' door panelin'
Bandagin' MC's, oxygen they can't breathe
Mad tricks up the sleeve, wear boxers so my dick can breathe
Please don't cry, for the ghost and the storm outside
Will not invade this sacred shrine nor infiltrate your mind
My life down I shall lie if
Sung by everybody
Hear me brothers, hear me sisters,
Citizens and comrades hear my song.
The old life's dead the order's changing
It's time
back to live the life I used to live before
Out on my own, all by myself
Not takin' care of me or anybody else
But how could I ever word it in
the world
We chase these days down with talks of the places that we will go
We live on front porches and swing life away
We get by just fine here
of the taxi cab tonight
In New York
It's just reached the morning
And you're still in my arms
And we've stopped driving
Down the boulevard
And I just
My mama don't understand
She's impossible to the core
Now she says that she's gettin' married
He's a friend of a friend of the boy next door
feelings
The only thing I wanna believe
When I was three, and free to explore
I saw her face on the back of the door
Oh, be my rest, be my fantasy
Oh,
raise this generation
My respect to the mother's that be holdin' it down
But it sure would be nice to have my daddy around
[Verse 1:]
All I need is
This nigga to give it all to me with the cut
Get the door
Yo whats up? What you need?
Hmm? Yeah
I'm out
Hop in the '6-3 Chevy, countin
sensory mind is too old to cry
Not ready to live and too strange to die
So stop your doubt push the world on by
With your hand
It takes time to love
wood from my bats
Then they meet where the fuck I'm at, for real
1, 2, X is comin' for you
3, 4, you better lock your door
5, 6, get your crucifix
of the land, hey hey hey hey
'Cause made by almighty men
Live by the good book if you're able
You must play your cards on top of the table
When you gather
the heat up by the big dog (but I don't wanna hold you back)
Nigga gotta get this dough (I just wanna live my life)
Nigga gotta get this dough (Live your
I’d live another day
Now I sit and reminisce on how I stood alone
Nothing to call my own
No baby girl to hold me nobody to console me
They tried to make
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